“When was that?” Alek asks, though he looks like he regrets it.
“The day I met him.”
Alek and I share a look before ignoring him. It’s the best choice when it comes to Sky and his delusions. I have no idea how Bones puts up with it. Personally, I think they are both insane.
I glance back at Noah as the producer leans into his side, and I’ve had enough. I can’t go over there and claim him, but I don’t have to watch. Shoving another piece of cake into my mouth, I nod at them. “I’m off to get changed so we can practice when they are finished setting up the cameras.”
“Got it. Don’t go making a shank in there,” Skylar says as he toasts me with a stolen cake. Rolling my eyes, I look back once more and accidentally meet Noah’s. He frowns, silently asking me if I’m okay, so I just nod and hurry away. It isn’t his fault I’m a jealous bastard. Honestly, it isn’t fair. He has to be okay sharing me with another man, but I can’t even handle a woman flirting with him.
I head to the locker room to change for practice. I hear the door shut behind me, but I ignore Skylar, not wanting to know about any other kinks, when I hear the lock click into place. Spinning, I blink owlishly at Noah, who is heading toward me with an intense look.
“I just came to get ready,” I explain, but he doesn’t speak as he advances on me. “They seem really nice?—”
“Shut up, baby,” he snaps as he reaches me, and my eyes widen as he rams me back into the locker and presses his lips to mine. My hands find his shoulders as I give into him. Our tongues tangle as he eats my mouth before pulling away, leaving me breathless and confused.
“Feeling better?” he rasps as my eyelids flutter open.
“I was fine,” I whisper breathlessly.
“Such a terrible liar, baby. You were staring daggers at us, so I thought I’d come in here and remind you whom I belong to.” He kisses me again, and I groan as his hand slides down my body and into my boxers, fisting my hard cock. “She was just being nice,” he tells me as he pulls away.
“She was flirting,” I grumble before a hiss escapes my lips, and I lean back into the lockers, thrusting into his hard grip.
“She wasn’t. I get flirted with a lot, baby, and she wasn’t flirting.”
“Who the fuck flirts with you a lot?” I snap, shoving him back. His hand slips from my shaft and he stumbles, but he laughs as I advance on him until his ass hits the bench seat. He sits and grabs me, hauling me across his lap so I’m astride him. Noah clutches my thighs and then slides into my boxers so he can grip my ass. My hands hit his chest before resting on his shoulders. “Answer me right now.”
“Strangers, acquaintances, nobody important. So possessive . . .” He groans. “It makes me hard when you get like this.”
“Shut up,” I bark. “You aren’t distracting me. Next time someone flirts with you, walk the fuck away or call me.”
“Sure thing, baby,” he replies, no doubt humoring me.
“Noah,” I warn.
“Mackie,” he mocks as he squeezes my ass. “Want to fuck to make you feel better?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I huff as some of my irritation lessens.
“Such an idiot,” I mutter, but I soften in his arms, glancing at his lips again.
“Keep looking at me like that, baby, and it isn’t going to be an offer. It’s going to be you on your back below me,” he warns.
“You’re the one who followed me,” I whine, even as I lean in and suck his lower lip. I roll my eyes up to his as I sink my teeth into the plump flesh. He hisses as I pull back and kiss it better. “The next time you let someone flirt with you, I won’t be below you for a week, so make sure it’s worth it.”
“Don’t be mean,” he counters, dragging me closer. “I don’t complain when they flirt with you, even if I want to smash their faces in.”
“Nobody flirts with me,” I respond.
“Baby.” The look he gives me is tired. “Every single fucking person flirts with you. It’s bad enough when it’s women, but men? They are even worse, and you’re goddamn oblivious, smiling at themall nicely. You shouldn’t fucking smile at anyone but me . . . and maybe Conan.”
“Now who’s being possessive?” I tease.
“Of you? I always have been,” he replies just as the door rattles. We both look as it rattles again.
“Noah, are we ready to start filming?” the producer calls.
“Be right out!” he replies. “Just helping Mackie with his suit.”
“No problem. I’d love to talk to Mackie when he’s ready!” She leaves, and I look at Noah, making a face.
